Chapter 102

• Damon:
• “What the fucking hell was that?” I asked, glaring at Lysandra. She smirked as she looked me in the eye, knowing well what she did, knowing what she had managed to ruin, what she was breaking.
• “If you didn’t want it to happen, you could have stepped back or pushed me away a little sooner, no?” She asked, taking a step toward me. She extended her hand to put on my chest, but I grabbed it my air as I wrapped my hand around her wrist, my grip tight.